My Prayer in the Fire

I've had an eventful couple of weeks, and while they've been a struggle for me, they've also shown me how many people truly love and care about me. With that being said, I decided I should update my blog, in case anyone wants to know how I am doing. (I won't be offended if you stop reading right now)

Last Thursday night, I had 4 seizures at dance and rehearsal, and by about the middle of us learning the finale for Wizard of Oz, I felt extremely sick. I hurried off to the bathroom, thinking I was about to throw up. Of course this has always been a telltale sign of a seizure coming on, but I didn't think about it, and went into the stall and collapsed. Fortunately my friend Emily realized I had walked off stage, followed me, and was able to get me to a more comfortable spot in the girls' dressing room where I could lay down. My head was pounding, I was seeing double everything out of my left eye, and everything was blurred out of my right eye, and I had completely lost feeling in my limbs. We called back one of the moms who was a nurse, and after some basic checks, she suggested Mrs. Tierney take me to the emergency room. I won't go into all the details of the cute doctors and paramedics, or the difficulties of doing a urine sample with a leotard and tights on, and an IV in one arm, but I will tell you that it was an exhausting night. The doctor eventually told me to up the dosage of Keppra I was taking a day, and to relax and not over exert myself the next few days.

So that's what I've been doing since then. I'm taking a lot of milligrams of this drug each day, especially considering how tiny I am, but because the seizures are getting worse, the only thing to do is give me more medicine. I'm experiencing all the side effects of the drug extremely, especially the dizziness and drowsiness parts of it, and I'm not even up to my full dosage yet. I'm exhausted all the time, and since I just took my medicine about 10 minutes ago, I should probably finish this blog since I'll be knocked out within the next 5 minutes.

Needless to say, prayers would be appreciated right now. Between increased seizures and increased meds, and dance class and play rehearsal, I've barely had a chance to sit down and breath. I'm exhausted physically and emotionally pretty much all the time, but my faith is remaining constant, even with all the trials I'm going through. With that, I'm going to be cheesy and end this blog with a verse from one of my favorite worship songs:

"This is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames"


While I would love to be entirely healed from any epilepsy in my body, I know that healing may not be in God's plan for my life. I also know that I worship a God who brings greater things through our sufferings than I could ever imagine. I worship a God who holds me through the seizures and the hospital visits and the many doctors' appointments. I worship a God who is constant, when my health and everything around me is always changing.




-Savannah